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He gets to hold on, even if it’s only for a bit, even if it’s not real, even if it doesn’t mean anything, and that’s enough.
(It has to be enough.)
(Because someone like Derek Morgan could never love someone like Spencer Reid.)
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For Kink Meme 5, Morgan watching Reid masturbating.
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Spencer is the B.A.U's office slut who is shared between Derek Morgan and Aaron Hotchner. And the two men have no problem taking what they want.
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Spencer cooks dinner. It rapidly becomes a sex thing.
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An AU where Reid never joined the FBI, but got roped into consulting for the LA field office while working and teaching at Caltech. Hotch gets his email referred from a fellow agent, and they start to work on cases together -- until they start talking on a regular basis.
Regular becomes frequent, frequent becomes constant. They know nothing about each other, but they don't really mind.
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Update: Sequel coming April 01, 2023
((I apologize again for the delay. This was a hard decision to wait until next year, but it will be for the benefit of the fic. Thank you for your patience and support.))Series
- Part 1 of Correspondence
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When Reid's boyfriend attacks him, leaving him broken and bleeding, he calls the first person he thinks of for help.
He calls the only person he really wants to see.
He calls Hotch.
**********The non-con isn't graphic and happens mainly off screen; however, the violence that takes place beforehand is very detailed. Please read with caution.**********
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- Part 1 of One Call Away
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“The fuck?” Ed manages, instantly getting his foot stuck in a nearby bucket.
“Sh-shh!” Stede pushes two fingers against his lips to shut him up.
Ed goes still and a bit cross-eyed, staring down at the hand on his mouth. Stede moves it away, with a mouthed “sorry!” focusing intently on the sounds outside the shed instead.
In the alley, hurried steps and shouting voices rush past; they catch fragments of: “Where the fuck did they go then?” or “Keep looking!” and even “The short one looks like a bloody birthday cake, how do you lose that—”